You were walking along the streets of the abandoned and lost L'manburg, strolling around you happen to cross paths with the man himself who created and destroyed the nation

"What are you doing on this part of the server?"

He asks you, usually he's the only one that takes strolls here, he's wondering why your here, he's quite territorial, even if no one really cares in general for the land he hold precious memories here that he can't seem to let go